Thursday, May 24, 2012

DWELLER"It had been old when Babylon was new;None knows how long it slept beneath that mound,Where in the end our questing shovels foundIts granite blocks and brought it back to view.There were vast pavements and foundation-walls,And crumbling slabs and statues, carved to shewFantastic beings of some long agoPast anything the world of man recalls.

And then we saw those stone steps leading downThrough a choked gate of graven dolomiteTo some black haven of eternal nightWhere elder signs and primal secrets frown.We cleared a path—but raced in mad retreatWhen from below we heard those clumping feet."H.P. Lovecraft, The Fungi From Yuggoth

"Also, much was said regarding the genesis of the Voormis, who were popularly believed to be the offspring of women and certain atrocious creatures that had come forth in primal days from a tenebrous cavern-world in the bowels of Voormithadreth. Somewhere beneath that four-coned mountain, the sluggish and baleful god Tsathoggua, who had come down from Saturn in years immediately foIlowing the Earth's creation, was fabled to reside; and during the rite of worship at his black altars, the devotees were always careful to orient themselves toward Voormithadreth."

"They stood only half erect, and their shaggy heads were about his thighs and hips, snarling and snapping like dogs; and they clawed him with hook-shaped nails that caught and held in the links of his armor."Clark Ashton Smith, The Seven Geases

"The shaman Yhemog, dejected by the obdurate refusal of his fellow Voormis to elect him their high-priest, contemplated his imminent withdrawal from the tribal burrows of his furry primitive kind to sulk in proud and lonely solitude among the icy crags of the north, whose bourns were unvisited by his timorous, earth-dwelling brethren."

"By their obese, stertorously-breathing forms, sprawled recumbent on the pave before the spangled curtain which concealed the innermost adytum from the chance of profanation of impious eyes, he crept on furtive, three-toed, naked feet."

"With paws that shook with the intensity of his loathing and wrath, Yhemog unfolded the antique papyrus and, straining his weak, small eyes, sought to persue the writings it contained."Lin Carter, The Scroll Of Morloc

Monday, May 21, 2012

"177-The dreams of one man actually create a strange half-mad world of quasi-material substance in another dimension. Another man, also a dreamer, blunders into this world in a dream. What he finds. Intelligence of denizens. Their dependence on the first dreamer.What happens at his death."H.P. Lovecraft, Commonplace Book